sunday afternoons and buttery what?

It has become a common habit on Sunday afternoons to hang out with our friends, the Barber's. So common in fact, that we've designated Sunday's to be called the "Barber-Ward day." We typically go out to eat after church, (or when the weather is nice we grill out or picnic at the park), followed by a random activity: watching a movie, going to town, hiking, baking cookies, taking naps... whatever captures our fancy.

Last week we had a hankering for yummy drinks. Instead of going to a restaurant that served cocktails, I suggested we make drinks of our own. I mentioned an application on my iphone- an application that lists every single drink, their ingredients and how to make it. So we decided to raid each others (and their parents) liquor cabinets, go to our house and try some drinks. We didn't know what we'd need, so we grabbed everything, and our counter looked like this... an in-home bar.

We scanned through the drinks list and made a few. A favorite involving coconut rum, amoretto, oj and grenadine. Mmmmm. I also found a recipe for a flaming shot, so of course we had to try those too.

Following suit, the next Sunday (yesterday) after lunch we gathered in our friends' living room for another round. Our friend Ronal wanted us to try some shots called 'buttery nipples.' ...What? You may have heard of them, but I hadn't. Oh my, they were so tasty.

Ahhh, a Sunday afternoon... all in good fun. What do you do with your Sunday afternoon?

a morning

If you didn't know, I am a nanny. And I usually get to work at 5am. That means I crawl out of my nice, warm, cozy bed, usually around 4:30- before my husband gets up, gather my things while being blinded by every light I turn on in the house. I stumble into my car in the pitch black and on the way to work I notice that I'm driving under the speed limit because I'm still half asleep. And then I worry that I might be late because of it. Finally I arrive, turn onto a drive that is way too long and in the middle of- feel likes- nowhere, and face a day with a usually fussy child.

Well I defiantly don't like waking up at the butt-crack of dawn to go to work. I don't know why but I don't like getting out of bed before my husband. I hate squinting from the bright bathroom light when I'm trying to pee, all the while fighting the urge to crawl back into bed and go back to sleep. And I don't particularly like the dark and freaky mile-long driveway that seems to be a nesting place for deer. But on a day like today when I walk into the living room at the house I work at, look out the large front windows and the morning welcomes me like this... it all doesn't seem so bad.